Forest Song

Forest Song

It was early morning in the forest.

A time that I usually wasn't in the woods,

but this day was different.

I woke up energized and ready to go out.

My mission that day wasn't clear,

but I was ready to accomplish it anyway.

So, I got ready, and I was out.

The fresh snow crunched beneath my boots as I went along.

My footprints behind me wrote a statement that I had been there,

And later might become a trail.

The woods were a paradox.

They seemed familiarly unfamiliar.

Forever changing yet constantly the same.

The forest is a mystery many never figure out,

But that day it was an old friend.

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